Parked out on the street
On a small screen we watched the scene
As it played out before us
I’m sitting with my face glued to my hands As I feel everything suddenly get to real for me
They can take this from my cold dead hands I’ll leave them waiting in the rain outside
I know I’m hard to be around sometimes
I owe you everything
Now you’ve got me
You inherit my kingdom of shit You can cut me
Now I’m your fool, now I’m your fool
Touring in a small car would be a chore
If spent with any four other people
Silence in my head for the first time
In six or seven months
I wanted to hurt myself for the longest time
I cannot remember the last time I wanted to hurt myself
Now you’ve got me
You inherit my kingdom of shit You can cut me
Now I’m your fool, now I’m your fool Now you’ve got me
You can bury my crown of thorns
I will break down
Now I’m your fool, now I’m your fool
I only see you in picture frames, All I wanted was to wish away the days
Now you’ve got me
You inherit my kingdom of shit You can cut me
Now I’m your fool, now I’m your fool Now you’ve got me
You can bury my crown of thorns
I will break down
Now I’m your fool, now I’m your fool
I only see you in picture frames, All I wanted was to wish away the days